The second they were parked, Kate jumped out with her bow to stretch and shake her limbs out. Her leg had fallen asleep. And her butt. Kate pulled off her sunglasses and set them on her head, chest puffing out as she filled her lungs with Illinois air. "We should locate a spa retreat on that fancy map of yours," Kate suggested to Tony, as she notched her bow and aimed an arrow at a decrepit, old, tree, for the arm stretch and the practice. She wasn't serious about the spa trip, but Kate couldn't deny that a deep-tissue massage sounded like heaven.